Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
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Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
The Remains,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.